บท 640: Sun Tai

A middle-aged man wearing red robes on the second floor of the auction hall held a jade box in his hand. He opened it, revealing a pill the size of a baby's fist.

It didn't give off any medicinal fragrance; the pill looked very normal.

Waves of discussion echoed in the hall. Every cultivator here naturally had good eyesight. A rank 8 pill was an absolutely rare treasure for them. However, if one's cultivation level wasn't high enough, this pill would be like poison.

If it couldn't be consumed, then keeping it on them would be a curse. Any cultivator who didn't have the ability to protect it would encounter a great disaster the moment they left the city.

As a result, although the hall was filled with discussion, in the end, no one bidded.

Some young cultivators wanted to bid, but they were immediately stopped by the elders near them. In their eyes, this object was not a pill but a human head!

Whoever buys this pill will lose possession of their head.